The most beautiful me, at my most beautiful moment, was nailed to the wall by you and became eternal youth.
I turned around and saw hell, and you were leaning on the bridge, smiling. Your pale lips slowly said, "Wait for me."
At the moment of my death, I will be waiting for you dressed up. If you don't come, I will quietly stay at your bedside and play songs every night.
(A collection of short and medium-sized dark horror novels and healing and warm novels)
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